The volunteer shirts are orange,
overlaid with blue text—
complementary colors—
but your underarms are soaked with sweat
and it’s an ugly design,
anyway.

Lord,
I can’t watch movies anymore because I always guess the ending.
You could graph a plot map on an xy-plane.
Color the sun in lydian yellow,
and the grass in an analogous green.
Drum along on that steering wheel off beat
off center

Tears are not written with flat sixths.
You are not
a character archetype
off an English class poster.

I am not sure why we attempt these transcriptions.
I just know we need them.